I Am An Advocate For No Race

Before anything, I want to be clear that this is no reference or special citing post. In fact, I know about 75 percent of what I am talking about. I didn’t read a great book about race or anything before starting this post and I am only referring to that which I am familiar with. I will try to be less explicit as much as I can. I don’t mean to sound discriminative or offensive in any way and if it comes out wrong then I apologize.

To begin with, I grew up in an environment where race was not really a thing. Are people big on tribal identification and familiarity, yes! But nothing ever felt majorly wrong with that. It was all okay because in the end we all identified as one, a big ONE. God forbid we see someone from a different country! We call it hospitality, ignoring the fact that there was a culture of superiority imbibed in us by our forefathers that we have to pass on to anyone from outside our country.

Then I moved to a different cultural setting. I have been here a year and I feel the tension at times. I haven’t been treated badly or differently at work or in my neighborhood, no. If anything I have felt most welcomed and appreciated.

I had a friend who begun a sentence with “not to sound racist” and it felt so wrong. One time, a friend called me by my racial color and another said it was racist to say that. My first impression was “but I actually am”. A friend said to me, and in his words “these people are overly nice to us because they don’t want to come off as racists”.

Okay so these examples are to build a point, not to say who is right and what who should do. Honestly, I don’t think it matters. My point is everyone is walking on egg shells. Trying to be too careful not to be offensive or take offense.

My mum said someone (not sure so not going to guess) said, to paraphrase, the world is moving towards a direction where no one will recognize or see color because everyone will be so equal in the eyes of each other. Well I hope so!

I think as long as one race is ready to be defensive against racial discrimination and the other is working at not coming off racially offensive, there is going always going to be some kind of barrier. I feel this causes more racial tension than actual open discrimination.

I am not advocating for any race, let me make that clear. I am just sharing my thoughts on what I have felt this past year and as I mentioned earlier, apologies to any one who finds offense in this.

I really hope that someday we get to that border line where instead of racial segregation, there is more writing on how far we have come as a people.

It’s a Self Thing Now

Broken

There was a time when man would give his all

When man wouldn’t care so much about his fall

He concentrated on any sound that was a call

Yes! he cared, he loved, he gave

That was his pleasure, his fave’

But then something changed

Maybe he became rotten to the core

Or actually a core no longer existed

So man focused on himself

Believed only in himself

Assumed only for himself

Actually he defined SELF in HIMSELF

Maybe it wasn’t on him

We might not want to admit it but we play a major role

We drove a part of him out

We allowed part of him to be broken

We marked, we scorned, we mocked

Just because he wasn’t like us

We let his fear and flaws be his judgement seat

And that is the core thing fail to see

We feel, we witness, we contemplate

But in the end we fail to comprehend

And maybe we should stop trying at all

Because we created a broken man.

Cry For Help

So this is a story of a young girl, the happiest anyone knows. She is lively, loved by everyone. She has a way of uplifting the spirit of anyone she comes into contact with. But one thing, she cries all night with the most painful chest cramps. Not because of physical pain but emotional drain. She is so unhappy but no one knows that, and dare she let anyone in. She has suffered constant rejection in her love life and this makes her feel she might never be good enough. She tries to cling on to any kind of love or any sign of it at all. She gets it all in her head, and maybe that’s why she keeps messing up. She tries to be herself as much as possible but the face she has worn her whole life won’t let her. She can’t let her true emotions out because of the fear of snares and judgements. The only thing she wants is a simple word phrase that will imply she is wanted. Feeling she isn’t good enough for anyone tears her inside out. This also makes her fail she is a failure as a person. I don’t know if you can relate in any way but this brings tears to me.

I don’t understand how one person can keep all this bottled up and still manage to sneak a smile, living normally but that is life. We see but that doesn’t mean we know. We hear but that doesn’t mean we are paying attention. Let’s try to give a piece of the love we have inside.

You add value to lives if you can make anyone smile. You are not just wanted, but needed. I love you.

Choices

If there were a billion choices to be made and I wasn’t sure exactly what to do I’ll make none. There’s something I’ve noticed- the right decision gives you some kind of grace period but the wrong decision seems too appealing and imposes itself. Well, all other things being equal, that is. Not always, I mean. So I’ll rather wait for that moment of truth than grab that absurdly perfect moment.

#feelinghopeful

Frozen

Heart blended- yeah!

I love the snow flakes

Make me a Popsicle

Perhaps melt me in one

No wait!

Freeze me in one

I love how senseless it feels

More like how void it flows

That’s what I call life

No particular destination

But a definite definition

I’m living it!

 

Letter to Myself

Dear Self,

I  know I haven’t been true to you

I know I haven’t been the kind of person you need me to be

In fact, if there is something I’m trying to be it is you

But the wave of emotions

And the rage of time eaters

And the undeniable circumstances you are fully aware of

Will not give me that opportunity

You know that my efforts are matchless

Just to make you proud is my aim

Well, at least I hope I haven’t let you down too much

My brains are restless

My nights are thoughtless

Just because I know that there are millions of people

Who may not make it if I fail to be you

There’s just one request

Don’t make me focus too much on you

That it may end up being all about you

Instead of involving those out there

I love you

But I love others too

So while allowing me to be you

Remind me that I need to be there for others

Love, Your Self

Black Don’t Crack

Black Don’t Crack

Enslaved by the very people who try to Steal my Culture
Sold to me False Hope and made my Fellow Men Hate each other cos they Feared my Nature.

 Well I stand Proud today and I say to Them,

Yes am Black

So black is my DNA

Black is my roots

Black is my Mother and Father

Black is the Melanin that makes me Supernatural

Black is the universe that am connected to

Black is the soul am connected to

Black is the state God was in, until he said let there be light

Black is the colour I seen in my Mother’s womb

Black is the supreme colour,  all colours come from black

Black is the sky that reflects the stars at night

I am Black and I am proud, 

Black don’t Crack

#Bendy✌

By: Benjamin Oteng